Music is a vice I like to use when I am feeling particuarly anxious. I like to listen to the words, decipher them and figure out what the artist is trying to convey. Kind of like a college literature course where you have to share what you get out of whatever it is you’re reading. Funny, I always had a difficult time with all the “thee’s and thou’s and art thou’s” in understanding what the hell the book is about. I digress…

I am very eclectic in my music preferences. Naturally, I lean towards the alternative and indie side. So, when I found this I was in an alt mood. 😉

Mountains At My Gates – Foals

I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
What I give, it takes away
Whether I go or when I stay
I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
I see a fire out by the lake
I’ll drive my car without the brakes
I see a mountain in my way
It’s looming larger by the day
I see a darkness in my fate
I’ll drive my car without the brakes

Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go
I see a mountain at my gates
I see it more and more each day
And my desire wears a dark dress
But each day, I see you less
Oh, gimme some time
Show me the foothold from which I can climb
Yeah, when I feel low
You show me a signpost for where I should go
Through lanes and stone rows
Black granite, wind blows
Fire lake and far flame
Go now but come again
Dark clouds gather ’round
Will I run or stand my ground
Oh, when I come to climb
Show me the mountain so far behind
Yeah, it’s farther away
Its shadow gets smaller day after day
Yeah, gimme my way
Gimme my love
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my voice
You keep me coming around
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my, gimme my
Gimme my way
Gimme my fate
Gimme my lungs
Gimme my choice
You keep me coming round

With anxiety there is always a mountain to climb over, to go round, to get through. Look for that foothold, that hope, that courage and CLIMB! Before long, that mountain will be in the rear view mirror!

Everyone I speak to, everywhere I look, there seems to be a worldly fascination with the elusive word happiness.

What is it? Where is it? It sounds too wonderful and perfectly complete to ever really be obtained. I want some, you want some. It seems that everyone out there is searching high and low for this 9 letter word.

I am among the happiness hunters of the modern age. I am among the young, inspired, wide eyed optimistically driven hopeful generation that is destined to finally find what eluded our parents and their parents.

I have been on my own journey for the past few years. Ever since I was old enough or mature enough to understand what happiness meant to me, I have been looking for it.

We do not have a fancy smancy in ground pool. Nope, we have one of those 3′ ish deep pole pools. It was cheap and will keep our 10-year-old busy this summer.

With our little redneck pool came a plastic bubble wrap looking cover. It keeps the trash out somewhat, but what it DOES do is heat the pool. It’s like a solar panel that makes the water feel like you are swimming in – dare I say it – pee. Eww. Not fun when it’s 97 degrees.

My daughter and I coaxed my husband to get into the pool. He got in and quickly said,
“it’s hot! Mich, why don’t you put a spell on the water and make it cool?”

She replied, “H-O-T!”

Me, “oh geez.”

Whether that was intentional (she was being sarcastic and witty) or whether she just didn’t accurately hear him…you can’t not laugh at that.